It was just plum disrespect for a animals well being. And no management at all, his pastures were solid weeds. The guy was a horder and 75 years old with no family. He had a decent hay field but sold all the hay instead of feeding it. He just doesn't care and won't spend a dime on up keep or maintenance. Very sad deal, just goes to prove money can't buy happiness.

highgrit wrote:It was just plum disrespect for a animals well being. And no management at all, his pastures were solid weeds. The guy was a horder and 75 years old with no family. He had a decent hay field but sold all the hay instead of feeding it. He just doesn't care and won't spend a dime on up keep or maintenance. Very sad deal, just goes to prove money can't buy happiness.

That is sad indeed. The worst has got to be that there is a perfectly good hayfield (grass=food) but the cattle can't have it.

We moved about eighteen months ago from central CA to eastern OK. We bought a home sight unseen to go with the ranch we wanted and recently decided to sell it and build on the ranch. I was grumbling today about moving stuff again and my daughter reminded me that this time I only have to haul it fifteen minutes. Sometimes I wish I had the clarity of a child's mind.

The Yorkie mentioned above is now ~~2 lbs. of pure ferocity. Rules over the big dog.

The ongoing weaning project is winding down. Moved some cows back to pasture that we pulled the calves last Tuesday, and rounded up that last ~300 pairs and got them within 5 miles of the corrals. Oops, it's Sunday.